Truth be told I am but a simple brute;
rakish, unseemly, some might say uncouth.
Extolling her beauty would prove the truth.
So I set about to disprove the proof.
Her smallest smile outshines the sun and moon.
And here I am burned by my wasted youth.
Shed the binds of time; future, present, past.
Put to the universe what must be asked.
Are these lines stale as old wine in the cask
drank by a drunk to drunk to think to ask?
Minutes, hours, days... Accounting time passed.
So pressed for time how can the moment last?
Truth be told I am of a simple mind;
not wanting passion, passion I will find.
Did I see it in the flash of her eyes?
This fantasy is my whole life defined.
The depth of her eyes is the whole of time.
I'd live there forever if she were mine.
Shed the lies from these endless fucking words.
From all of this the truth might yet be lured.
She has a piece of me now, rest assured.
And I pray for the utterly absurd:
A prayer to the silence might yet be heard;
that I might vanish without another
Truth be told I am but a simple brute;
rakish, unseemly, some might say uncouth.
Extolling her beauty would prove the truth.
So I set about to disprove the proof.
Her smallest smile outshines the sun and moon.
And here I am burned by my wasted youth.
Shed the binds of time; future, present, past.
Put to the universe what must be asked.
Are these lines stale as old wine in the cask
drank by a drunk to drunk to think to ask?
Minutes, hours, days... Accounting time passed.
So pressed for time how can the moment last?
Truth be told I am of a simple mind;
not wanting passion, passion I will find.
Did I see it in the flash of her eyes?
This fantasy is my whole life defined.
The depth of her eyes is the whole of time.
I'd live there forever if she were mine.
Shed the lies from these endless fucking words.
From all of this the truth might yet be lured.
She has a piece of me now, rest assured.
And I pray for the utterly absurd:
A prayer to the silence might yet be heard;
that I might vanish without another
